Bright against the sky
Bangs and sparkles, cries of joy
Fireworks in the night
Tri-haiku XXIX (Fireworks)
HAIKU: NATURE’S FIREWORKS
The Fourth of July
Fireworks with You
Fireworks – haiku
The Fourth
I lie in the grass. I drink ice water and chew pages and pages of books.
I watch the sky move. I feel the blue. I see birds come and go.
I am in the sun – out of the sun – in the sun – out of the sun,
I take a blade of grass and press it between my two thumbs,
Bring it to my lips and I take a deep breath and
Blow duck songs into the field. I can’t remember
Hallowen for kids.
My Piano and Me
I taste iron as I swallow hard,
nerves making me grind my teeth together.
There’s a faceless crowd, swamped in darkness, waiting.
Shut them out? Forget them? A hopeless endeavor.
I sit and smell freshly polished wood.
I inhale that heavenly, calming scent
as I feel all my stage fright flutter away.
I no longer feel the subject of an event.
I set my fingers down on the keys,
feel their smooth texture underneath my skin,
giving under the small pressure of a touch,
sending vibrations down to my soul, deep within.
Rice: revised
note to all: please read the original poem! Would love if you could give me some feedback on how the original poem was, and whether or not the revision made it better! Thanks! You guys are awesome! 🙂
A dry shower rains as
Two close their eyes in a passionate seal
The shower explodes into fireworks of colours
Love, and hope, and joy
The celebration roars
Delight a drug, delirious
Who cared to admire
Those pearls of labour?
Who cared to pity
That wasted beauty?